Nine Eleven Two Thousand One

We live here on the earth
we are all fruits of the earth
the earth sustains us
we grow here, on the earth and flower
and when we die we wither in the earth
we all fruits of the earth

We eat of the earth then the earth eats us.

(From a modern Nahua song. For explanatory context and a fuller citation, see the end of chapter 10 of Inga Clendinnen's Aztecs: An Interpretation.